Okay people I'm not sure what to think. There hasn't been a single review, but some of you have put this story on notification. So anyway if I should stop wasting my time posting this here at least tell me that much. The song used is Big Girls Don't Cry by Fergie. Oh and warning adult content ahead. Please don't read if smut bothers you.
Chapter One
He held her hand as he smoothly used his other to slip the old fashioned key into the lock, and it should have been romantic, but the touch was anything but. It was searing heat and tamped down passion connected by only one point of their bodies. He pushed into the room taking her with him willingly. Her already swollen lips begged for relief, but his touch was not calming. His hands tangled into her hair as the door shut soundly behind them and she wondered for an irreverent moment if it had woken anyone in this grand old hotel, a place nicer than she had ever been. Her thoughts scattered between one heartbeat and the next as his mouth pressed down on hers, his tongue leaving a wet path along her parted lips. Fighting for air, his scent of expensive cologne wafted through her senses, reminding her of the differences between this and every other experience she had ever had.
The smell of your skin lingers on me now
You're probably on your flight back to your home town
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
To be with myself in center
Clarity, Peace, Serenity
I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
He looked at her expectantly and it took her a moment to rip her gaze away from his chiseled chest to realize what he wanted. Was her inexperience with situations like this too apparent? He was obviously older than her, she would guess mid-twenties. Did she look like the naïve child she felt like now? Her fingers went to the hem of her midnight blue camisole and she took a shaky breath as she started to raise the material, baring her belly. The glimpse of her white skin had his hands reached out, his fingers grazing her flesh as he helped her remove the garment. He looked down at her with darkened eyes as he took in the bra, royal satin blue with lace straps and the short black skirt that hiked up to reveal her creamy thighs and just a glimpse of the sexy matching panties.
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket The path that I'm walking
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
I must go alone
I must take the baby steps until I'm full grown
Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay
Her hands reached behind her to lower the zipper on the skirt given to her by her fashion plate of a sister, because she had not been able to fit into the unforgiving material. Her mouth was dry as she watched him unbutton his well worn frayed in all the right places jeans. One mystery solve: Boxers. She licked her lips and she totally approved, having secretly never been a fan of briefs. She stood shakily to let the skirt fall to her feet where she kicked the cloth away impatiently. This had to be faster or she would remember, she would lose her nerve. She had to do this for herself and wasn't sure where the certainty came from.
. I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
Its time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
If he didn't touch her soon the memories of her past would come flooding in, reminding her of the good times when the world had been innocent and forgiveness not necessary; every slight against her could be forgotten the next day. Hesitancy started to creep into her eyes malignantly and she fought to keep her doubts at bay. She shuddered as he took in her slender body, delicately curved hips and her small high rounded breasts barely hidden by her barely there wisps of clothing.
. Like the little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and Uno cards
I'll be your best friend and you'll be mine
Valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
Cause I want to hold yours too
We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself center
Clarity, Peace, Serenity
His hand went to rest at her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies met and she felt the dig of his hardness from the juncture of her thighs to her lower belly. She breathed in, making a small noise at the back of her throat. How could the feel of just his skin pressed firmly against hers make her restless and wanting.
"Are you okay?" Although his eyes were still dazed with passion he noticed her sudden unease. She nodded wordlessly as his fingers slid to the clasp at her back and suddenly her straps were loose on her shoulders.
"I've never left with someone I just met before." Actually she had only ever been with one other man and he had been the farthest thing from a stranger she could get. He paused only for a split second, acknowledging that she was not like most of the women he picked up, her air of uncertainty almost endearing in his jaded world of one night stands.
"Relax." He said smoothly as his mouth descended on the slim column of her neck. Her arms wrapped around his back as he feasted on her pale skin, grazing teeth along the hollow of her collar bone. What was she doing?! She didn't know this man and yet she couldn't help wanting him to touch her everywhere, wanting period. She had no experience with need like this and at one point had figured she simply wasn't capable of strong attraction. He was proving her wonderfully wrong, her skin tingly and hot from the contact of his. He sat on the bed and pulled her down upon him, she laughing in surprise as he flipped her onto her back. He slung her bra behind him and suddenly his mouth hovered above one slope of breast and she found herself aching for him, even though she had never enjoyed it too much in the past. His tongue darted out and caught the raised bead, flicking at it making her stomach clench.
No. This was going too slow and comparisons were starting to come into her mind. So she raked her short nails along his chest, getting a shudder out of his hard body and her lips found his once again. This was at least one thing she knew she could do well. Her teeth nipped at his lower lip and she felt herself pinned to the bed by his hard weight. Her breasts were so perfectly shaped he ached to touch them and so he did. His hands cupped both soft mounds, the calluses on his palms and fingers creating a delicious friction as he rubbed the aching nubs. She wiggled her hips, adjusting so he was more centered on top of her, spreading her thighs and he came to rest between them. His rigid arousal immediately pressed against her center, only separated by their underwear now. Her pelvis involuntarily shifted upwards, wanting more contact from his heated flesh. And he obliged by pushing down, the head of his arousal skimming her through their barrier of clothing. She didn't recognize this girl moaning shamelessly under this gorgeous man, making him groan against her hot skin. She scratched her nails lightly up his ass and he thrust against her even harder. She felt his fingers dig underneath the string of her panties and then the pressure as he ripped them off of her. She blinked because she had barely felt the material give. Her moistness took him the tiniest bit deeper, but it wasn't nearly enough as she arched her hips up in frustration.
He pulled back from her arms unwilling to let go and got rid of his boxers, letting her see him for the first time. A small gasp escaped her lips. She had never thought a man could be beautiful, but he was and her eyes were drawn to his waist. A tiny frisson of fear leapt through her. He was definitely out of her scope of experience. He reached down unabashedly for his jeans and withdrew a small foil packet from his wallet. She remembered suddenly what she had once read about hotel comforters and edged up to the head of the bed to pull the covers down. He quickly met her again, pressing her down among the pillows his lips hot and insistent on hers as he centered himself between her bent knees once more. She could feel the probing hardness between her legs, stretching her wider than ever before and her breath hitched. He paused and stared into her eyes, but she needed this in more ways than he realized, so her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him tight against her. He sank in to the hilt and their eyes stayed lock as he began to withdraw again. Maybe her desperation translated into his flesh as well, because he thrust in again quickly as she urged him with her nails and her silky legs, with her mouth pressed to his. His arms braced on either side of her head as he shoved against her over and over and not once did she emit a protest, just little gasps that drove him crazier than he thought possible. She could feel the throb of his thick arousal, stroking into her flesh sending off darts of sensation to every point within her body. She gripped him tightly, her muscles pulsing against him as her hips raised to meet him. His vision of her blurred as he quickened his pace; her ultimate cry of pleasure drowned out by the roar of blood rushing through his head. His weight pressed her deep into the down mattress, completely spent, as he stared down at her.
"Who are you?" He asked in wonder, searching her indigo eyes in surprise. The question should have been a strange one; she had given him her first name as he had his, but somehow she accepted it and answered just as confused.
"I'm not sure anymore." He rolled off of her onto his back, finally hearing her labored breathing, although she had not protested his body heavy on hers. He pulled her into his side not sure who he had surprised more with the gesture. Jude savored the feel of his well muscled body and wondered how it was she could be here curled against a man she barely knew, having just shared something so out of her realm of understanding as to be laughable. "Is this how it normally is for you?" How could this intensity be normal? He looked down at her and shook his head slightly.
"No." And he admitted he didn't understand either. I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We've got some straightenin' out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've got to get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Jude had luxuriated in the comfort of a strong man holding her for long enough and though her body was reluctant to move, she did not want this to be awkward for either of them. She moved out from under his arm and sat up while he stared at her in surprise.
"Do you have somewhere to be tonight?"
"Um...no." She was actually planning on heading to her sister Sadie's dorm room to bunk on the futon.
"Well the room's paid for." He offered, the heat already returned to his eyes as he took in her naked form. It was funny, she thought, how she had never stood in front of anyone this boldly. And before she could make a decision his hand had taken hers and pulled her back down.
"Is there a reason you dye your hair?" He asked idly as his fingers traced a seductive path between the valley of her breasts, down her quivering stomach to the small patch of fine blond curls.
"I don't remember." She murmured breathlessly as his tongue followed where his fingers had gone, shamelessly. She let out a small cry as he did something else she had never experience, her fingers fisted in dark hair that was not as sticky with gel as she thought it would be.
Morning came with stiffness of overtaxed muscles and the effects of too much alcohol from the night before. She stretched languidly and narrowly missed punching the man in the bed beside her. She looked over in apologetic horror, but he did not seem upset, his slumberous eyes instead were too busy drinking her in from her reddened breasts to one long outstretched leg, causing faint color to rise to her cheeks.
"I want to see you again." He whispered insistently against her ear before slipping inside her willing body yet again.
**
Jude pulled open the worn door to the building, bypassing the elevator completely in the small entrance area, heading for the stairwell, knowing the elevator was still out of order. She faintly recalled it breaking about a week after they had moved into the building and having been ignored since. She could have caught the bus home, but had chosen to walk instead, needing the time to think. On the way back she had stopped at a local drug store to make a purchase and lingered longer than she had planned, just wasting time, not wanting to face the inevitable. There was only one thing she had made up her mind about. She had promised in the afterglow of fantastic sex to see him again and meet at the hotel on Wednesday at noon, explaining that she worked at night, which of course was only the partial truth. The whole truth was she was a bad liar and could not make excuses to be out of the apartment the nights she was free.Now in the unforgiving light of day she resolved that it could not happen ever again. He would find someone else to play with soon enough and Jude had to consciously ignore the stab in her chest at that thought. With that decision out of the way her other problems came tumbling back into her mind, unwelcome and haunting. Jude made her way up the four flights of stairs to the doorway and entered the hallway barely out of breath, so used to the familiar trek. Her nose caught the constant smell of Chinese food, from the take out place next door, permeating the very walls.
She stood in front of the peeling blue painted door, her hand in her pocket, and took a deep breath, steeling herself for the confrontation she was sure would take place. It was Sunday, so she knew he wouldn't be in class. With a second of hesitation she pulled out a plain silver band, putting it back on her finger before pushing aside her drug store purchase to get her keys from her bag.
